Better Together

They say that interrupted sleep creates poor moods, but
it isn't true.  I tossed and turned all night; so did you.

We turned into each other, clasping hands,
legs wrapped, entwined.  We danced all night.

Our movements would pull each other out of slumber
just enough to elicit a kiss, to snuggle deeper, to whisper

"I love you."

Statistically, we slept horribly.
Romantically--beautifully.

I love our broken sleep.  Nothing makes me more whole.
Your constant presence at night makes our separation
by day bearable.  I have memories of last night to
keep me daydreaming happily, until we are together again.

It's so much better when we're together.

Big Love

I have an elephant named Love.
Begged her to stand still.
Instead, she pirouettes
too close to grandma's china.

Her trunk wails a familiar tune
Anita Baker and Luther Vandross
dare not croon, in mixed company.

Maybe James Brown, though.

Tail swinging, feet stomping;
Her mass can't contain her
excitement.  Anticipation of
the rare treat, a true friend,
she is complete.

A girl can't help to jubilee
at her first taste of destiny.

                             --For my You